I asked God to give me a sign. And He told me to look not at your past but instead at mine. At how the kind of person I was then is not who I am now, That over time the person inside me changed in ways I began to allow. And He said it … Continue reading i asked Him.
Author: B.K Laurel
As it says in my tagline: I'm just a writer writing about love because that's what all the cool kids are falling into these days. However, the type of love I write about is based more on the likeliness of modern day heartbreak. I originally started this blog as an outlet for therapy. I believe writing soothes the mind and allows us to express our feelings, which is exactly what I do here -- but in the form of poetry and spoken word pieces. I began writing in 2016 and I like to think the content I put out is relatable and hard-hitting since there's nothing new under the sun. You'll come to find I struggle a lot but without struggles, there is no growth, and believe me, I am growing.
Slowly, I am working towards publishing my own works. Gallimaufry (one of the categories here on my blog) is one of them. I'm also in the process of writing, "war & peace", "where two hearts unify as one", & "i sold my heart to buy yours".
Until then, feel free to linger around and read a few of my pieces; if you like what you see, be sure to hit the follow button at the bottom of my page to keep up with my posts and like & comment as you wish!
Other than that, thank you for reading my About Me page!
I'll be seeing you,
B.K. Laurel
1:07 am
I shouldn’t be up this late, but I need you. I need your eyes; I need to know what they see. I need to know whether you see a future without me. I know you need space, So I’m keeping my distance, But the feeling that we’re breaking, Has come into existence. I can't help … Continue reading 1:07 am
see you on the other side.
Distance does no such thing as weaken the heart, because I love you more than the amount of miles that keep us apart.
contaminated love.
“What are you so afraid of?” he asked me. “I’m afraid of myself. Of not knowing what I’m feeling.” “What do you mean by that?” "I could either be in love and not know it; leave you for it and realize later I made a mistake.” “Or?” “Think I’m in love and not … Continue reading contaminated love.
in search of a remedy.
I find myself gasping for air over feelings I cannot control. Tears stream down my face; I wipe them away so they leave no trace, but I cannot replace my sadness with a smile. For the pain I feel is just too vile. We are on opposite ends of the states and cling to two … Continue reading in search of a remedy.
to my best friend.
And before I knew it, I loved you. I loved you because you had filled in all my empty spaces, helped me out of my awkward stages, and gave me a life I never would’ve lived otherwise. I loved you because you refused to tell me lies, helped me with the guys, and never said … Continue reading to my best friend.
“What’s Love Like?”
A mountain represents the fountain of immortality. Sure they age, but they're always there. And finding a love like that, is rare. But is it possible to say that love is like a mountain? Since it has its up and downs? Because love's like walking through meadows, Without seeing the random pitfalls on the ground. … Continue reading “What’s Love Like?”
Trailing back to you.
They told me distance makes the heart grow fonder but how could a love so strong grow stronger under the circumstances of being away? I've wept for a love that in distance lost its way. I refused to believe what they told me was true but I was naive to think I'd lose love in you when really it's just … Continue reading Trailing back to you.
the perfect mistake.
There are two hopeless romantics sitting in a restaurant. Neither choose a booth but instead a table, wide open to see all the couples and families sitting together around them. Though alone, they don't feel alone. They can hear conversations coming from everywhere and though silent, the room was racing with volume. The two hopeless romantics are seated … Continue reading the perfect mistake.
B.K Laurel 